Save Ferris Come On Eileen Lyrics

Poor old Marcus Devonish, sounded well happy upon the radio;
He moved three hearts in mono.
Our mothers used to sing along, who'd blame them?

You're sitting on my sofa (You're grown up)
So grown (So grown up)
Now I must say more than ever

Come on, Eileen
Toora, loora, toora loorye aye
and we can sing just like our fathers

Come on, Eileen,
oh, I swear (well, he means) at this moment
You mean everything
You in that dress
oh, my thoughts I confess
verge on the dirty

Ah, come on, Eileen

Come on, Eileen

These people round here who i used to like
wear beaten down eyes, sun in smoke dried faces
resigned to what their fate is
But not us (no, never)
no, not us (no, never)
we are far too young and clever
Remember!